to the mother

down in the belly
     in the maw
     in the tomb
stand two legs strengthened
     by the anger of a frustrated womb

in the night they wander
     spiral up the case
ever close to morning
     but never see his face

once the moon
     hung daylong heavy
tides of the goddess
     breaking levy 

and up the stair 
     to forbidden heaven
trod two strong legs
     from six 
     to seven

to a mirror reflect
     bright lunar glow
on legs a fat belly
     began to grow

the daylong moon
     in pregnant pause
at noontide splendor
     stretch forth her claws

to seer the primal dirt
     beneath
before come day
     and to him bequeath

if crown we must
     this half-breed boy
then scar his cheek
     and make him coy

borne of clay
     begotten of night
he'll rue the daylong curse
     to fight

down in his belly
     in maw and womb
meet mother again
     in sacred tomb

down the case
     in spiral stair
approaching slow
     with greatest care

beckon secrets 
     buried in mud
past every bull
     drained for blood

as darkness comes
     a secret shines:
to Mother, not Father
     are built our shrines